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A check arrives in Batavia every three months. Furious shouting, and the thunder of running feet. “Who do you think cares for your children as you dally with my husband, Clotilde?” Lucy asked. Before her was a great Gothic portal. I wonder——” He turned slowly round. This done, he let himself carefully down by it, and having only a few feet to drop, alighted in safety. To take Spring and Love out of her life, as if there were no human instincts to tell Ruth what was being denied her! And what must have been the man's thought as he came upon Ruth wearing a gown of her mother's? —a fair picture of the mother in the primrose days? Not a flicker of an eyelash; steel and granite outwardly. I want you to understand clearly that I was indebted to the man in many small ways. A woman cannot change her soul. Dare we look back upon the darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? With how many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never fulfilled, is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we indulged? Where are the aspirations that fired us—the passions that consumed us then? Has our success in life been commensurate with our own desires—with the anticipations formed of us by others? Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in ambition? Has not the loved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us by the cold hand of death? Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off than ever—the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—Enough of this.
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